Act 222 of the Distant Victory

The battle had become staggered, and although several times soldiers from the Grizzly Lords and Gruz had climbed the earthen walls, the mercenaries' will to resist was stronger than every Eruin nobleman who was present at the battle could have imagined; The attack was defused several times at the last minute, leaving Denel's army without an inch for two days and a night, and the battle was so fierce that blood even blew the Gries.

Pallas remained unmoved, the knightly general with his sword in hand, guarding the entire battlefield like a grim reaper, stubbornly maintaining the pace of advancement. The war has reached this point, and it is no longer necessary to care about the number of lives invested, because as long as it goes further, it is victory.

The experienced general, looking for an opportunity to strike the final blow—the rebels' advantage had been almost eroded by a day, while the opposing army, which had been alternating in turn, had maintained its high morale—suddenly his eyes lit up.

Pallas raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction: "Let Sir Weide go up, don't ask my orders, he will see where he should attack-"

The herald was speechless for a moment, 'Is there such a thing as an order?' The little unnamed man even wondered for a moment if the lord had not closed his eyes all night and was a little dizzy, but when he looked up, he saw a pair of determined, determined eyes.

That's self-confidence--

"I see, sir." The herald bowed.

The sparrow whistled and gathered the people around. "See that over there," he asked, pointing to a corner of the forest on the other side of the river, where everyone saw a flaming red swallowtail banner appear, several spears crossed the canopy, and then a whole group of cavalry covered in red armor appeared at the edge of the forest.

"The Red Banners, that's Jean Denel's private army." A mercenary recognized it immediately.

"It's really generous," the other mercenary spat hatefully, with blood in his sputum.

"How high is the combat effectiveness." Tiger Sparrow asked.

"First Order troops, mounts are ferocious horses, light cavalry, average strength in the upper reaches of black iron-" beside him, a tall, lanky, grayish-blue-skinned, long-eared elf replied, unlike the others, he was also one of the mercenaries summoned by Brando.

"Hmph, the 'light cavalry' covered in armor," the tiger sparrow sighed twice.

"The horses are not armoured, they are indeed light cavalry in terms of weight bearing and mobility, they are equipped with the three-eyed guns of the Hazel, and they still have considerable long-range attack capabilities at a certain distance, so that Denel has invested a lot of money in this army." The elf replied.

"What did the lord say?" Tiger Sparrow asked in a whisper.

The latter nodded.

"They want to attack our left flank, which is Crenshia's mercenaries and is already showing fatigue. The other party's eyes are very poisonous," Tiger Sparrow turned his head, stretched out his finger and nodded at the others: "It's a pity that there is no reason to let our old knight Mr. be so good, let's deal with these cavalry, what about you?" ”

In addition to his own people, he looked at the other mercenaries present, these mercenaries were all elites selected from various regiments, at least they also had the strength of the peak of black iron, and the number was not large, only forty or fifty. This squadron had a full hundred men a day ago, and the fierceness of the battle was evident.

"It's enough to kill one." Everyone laughed.

More and more cavalry poured out of the forests on the other side of the river, soon numbering two or three hundred, and Weide sat on his horse and looked at his men with satisfaction—this was the model for the most elite army of Eruin, even compared to the White Lion Legion of the royal family—and although he was accompanied by no more than two squadrons in this battle, he was confident that he would lead them to crush an enemy who stood in his way.

The cavalry began to cross the river with a hurried whistle, and their sudden appearance certainly caught the attention of Metisa, and the silver elf princess stood at the highest point of the battlefield, and with her gaze, the rain of arrows seemed to be an extension of her will.

The arrows fell into the river and caused a violent splash, but the bow and arrow could hardly really cause fatal damage to these red-armored cavalry, and the conical cluster of arrows often lost their impact after passing through the deck, and some riders could still maintain a queue with three or four arrows on their bodies; Sir Wede was not surprised by this, equipment was an important measure of an army's effectiveness, and the Red Banner cavalry was equipped with a breastplate that greatly reduced the power of long-range attacks - in his opinion, this was the greatest shortcoming of the light cavalry.

However, this noble knight never dreamed that his enemies would be so diverse, the mercenaries were already complex, and the adventurers came from all over the world. Weide was just feeling a little proud, but he didn't know that several elven archers in the forest had already locked on this striking cavalry.

"Hanno, you're left, I'm right." About one or two hundred meters away from the tree, an elf covered in blades of grass held a longbow and handed a green arrow to the human ranger behind him.

"Those two?"

"Those two."

Two strings sounded in the forest, and the Red Banner cavalry had just entered the forest on the south bank, and the first two turned over and fell like a log. Sir Wede was taken aback, and when he turned around, he found that two of his men had been hit by arrows from the movable part of the armor at the throat, and he died on the spot. He only felt a burst of sweat stand on end, and turned back and shouted, "There is a marksman, be careful"

A true marksman is a nightmare for all heavily armored units, because heavy armor looks like nothing to the other side, and his armor-piercing arrows can always hit the weakest and deadliest parts; It's just that professional archers are inherently valuable in the general army, let alone a sharpshooter who wears a hundred paces, for this kind of people, lords often spend a lot of money to hire, but Weide knows that the really powerful marksmen are almost all born among elves and rangers, and these people love freedom more.

Thinking of this, Mr. Sir couldn't help but curse in his heart, where did this hellish rebel come from, it's a druid and a ranger, and an elf, is this Nima a forest alliance? Or are they actually fighting a holy war? The thought of the November War made him feel creepy.

"Over there" the Red Banner cavalry continued to advance at a uniform speed in the forest, and movement within the range of the sharpshooter was life, and these cavalrymen were experienced veterans who naturally understood this, and soon, they spotted the enemy's tracks.

Not far away, a figure on the dark brown earthen wall where the vines were tangled and reinforced was moving rapidly.

The blue-gray-skinned, slender elf kept his head in motion behind the battlements, and he soon approached the close point of the knights. The elf paused to observe, a calm glow in his long narrow pupils, and then he leaned half out from behind the wall as he kept moving, raising his longbow.

"It's the elven archer" The cavalrymen screamed at the sight of each other's archery posture, and they immediately untied their round shields from their saddles and raised them high to block their throats, for children, elven archers are fairy-tale marksmen, and for soldiers on the battlefield, elven archers are nightmares as enemies.

Especially blue-gray skin, wind elves, wilderness runners.

Not far away, in a well-concealed trench, the tiger sparrow, which had been lurking here, poked its head out to look into the distance, and then retracted, and he gestured to the others: "It's all veterans." ”

"It's a pity it's useless, hehe." A cruel smile flashed in the mercenaries' pupils, which seemed to have been darkened by years of fighting, and they really laughed.

It's really useless.

A white light, the arrow directly penetrated the center of the round shield in the hand of the cavalryman at the head, penetrated the neck of the unlucky man, and then hit the breastplate of a cavalryman behind with flying blood. With a loud bang, the second cavalryman flew straight off his horse.

Then the first cavalryman rolled over and fell off his horse without saying a word.

"Silver Shooter"

Weide almost thought for a moment that he had fallen into a great trap, that the blue-gray figure on the wall had stopped, and that he was now a casemate—but more like a Grim Reaper to our Sir Sir - and every time the blue-gray-skinned elf raised his longbow, at least one of the Red Banners who were holding the assault in the forest fell from their horses;

Weide only felt that his scalp was in trouble, but he was still a good commander after all, and immediately drew his saber and swung it forward, and ordered categorically:

"Lean over and press that guy with a handcuff"

The lethality of the silver-level marksman is too terrifying, and when he finishes shooting two arrows in a second, it is estimated that the morale of his side will collapse first.

The sharp arrows that fluttered in the forest became a rune for a while, but at this moment, the Red Banner cavalry also showed their strength as an elite, and even in such a situation, this cavalry still maintained a high morale assault, and was about to enter the range of the handcuffs.

Sir Weed breathed a sigh of relief.

He had his cavalry raise their spears so that the crimson banner would flutter in the forest, and victory seemed imminent, and they could deliver a decisive blow to the rebels from the flanks and rear by bypassing the defensive line.

It's just a pity that the end of the world is close at hand, and victory can only be seen from afar-

Tiger Sparrow snapped his fingers at everyone: "It's our turn to watch xiàn." ”

The uneven ground of the forest was covered with dead leaves from autumn and was dotted with snow, but it was at this time that suddenly a row of 'straw men' rose from the dead leaves.

Of course, it wasn't a straw man, but a mercenary in a disguised way.

Wei De's heart jumped, and he only felt that his heart kept sinking. "It's a knight," the Red Banner cavalry suddenly panicked. The tiger sparrow licked her lips and took a step forward to throw out a hand axe that was spinning rapidly in midair.

Time seems to freeze.

He watched as one of the horsemen fell on his back at the sound of the voice, while another cavalryman swept past him with a spear, and the tiger sparrow dodged slightly, and the heavy sword in his left hand was raised upwards to make a long opening in the waist of the unfortunate man.

Rosy blood spilled a string of crystalline pearls in midair with a warm white mist.

The cavalryman screamed miserably, took a few steps forward by the inertia of his horse, and fell sideways to the ground. Sir Weide watched this scene with horror, he was indeed a knight, at least the first few people had the strength of silver.

Hope is like a fragile crystal statue falling to the ground and falling apart.

"the rebels" The noble knight suddenly felt a little sad, but instead of retreating, he raised his long sword. Mr. Jazz's eyes flashed with determination, and he rushed towards the tiger sparrow: "Die"

A long arrow went through his throat.

On the earthen wall, the elf put away his longbow.

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